This chapter includes a graphic scene. Read at your own risk. And no, it is not the same as one of the previous chapters :) Just the first
three small paragraphs are the same.
Maeve
„It’s a party in the USA!“, I sing along to the track loudly. When I look over, I see Theo smirk. He doesn‘t do that often. Better for humankind. All women in a five-mile radius would instantly self-combust at the sight.
The image of him flickers. I look down on myself and simultaneously get the feedback from my thighs that the dress I’m wearing is as lacy and itchy as it looks. Iceblue and with a huge Tull petticoat.
„You look like a blue cream tart.“, Theo scoffs. His voice is lighter, more boyish, and he also appears younger when I inspect his face more closely. Where are all his tattoos?
„Says the
